Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I come like

(scratched)
I've got a few things I say

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya away, do not stay
'cause the wrath of the gift be hittin' ya spliff
And a lot of the crews got and yelled RAID
Like a couple of roaches, as approaches,
a brother'll blow
Another ferocious jam, I the ?grossagran?
I hover above the land of lame emcees dont blow
I'm poppin' the and then bo bo with the gun
And a once in a chest, rest in peace
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees with like these
Run over enemies and I in the west
Dark hemisphere, burn wit a is nothin but a mere setback
when I'm here,
earn wit a conscience in the middle of the jet black
I'm a dog, through the jungle
wit a and black hat choppin down ?noonsies?
Not a frog, yet I'm humble
gotta do the jewels tack wack talkin
Tip me, I'ma knock 'em all around, a front
a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the homeland
I'ma tack 'em in the little punks when the rap bump
on the rhyme I bowl man
Gifted I'm lifted off a spliff hit,
reminisce shit, with dipshits
shit is the mischievous style of the gifted,
I'm a kid, get a whiff kid
down low, breakin' down flows
with a new flow outgrow when you step back
To the black with a fat rap a fat sack
a little bit a funk in my napsack
Take it back to the land
and I was smotherin' idiots like Tarzan
back to the brother man and get another land,
man gimme it, its
How easy and tight wishin' the depths
up in the in the heart of the jungle
wild with the art of the rumble,
never amount to be than Dumbo
Make 'em mumble, 'em humble,
Get me from the start, you will crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it like
the end to the other end never gonna end,
set a trend with the maniac mic
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you your day job
my competitors know the right touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black
Rappers to attack me, like a sail with the slack g
I 'em like acne, exactly UGH

(spoken)
Mindless cretins grow idiosynchrosy
up, rising up, down

(Lateef)
Steppin' up the deep, dank murkiness
No telling what is
I hero it, but will I sense a
I to bust a buster
'cause I trust the finer design in the of the rhyme
Just about to find
What a disgrace to the of wack mc's
I am I choose to stand my ground
FIRM and blowin' the the vermin and learnin'
All I is we've earned every entry attained
And strained the game, and what I'm to explain is that
The we're creepin' the more we find sleepin'
And slippin' just shootin' dead on a mission
Its the reason the gift we've been given the rhythm
'cause that the way we've been livin
And thrive in the essence, survive and its
To recognize analyzing ?the bo?
Surprises the in this line and tryin'
To get you to buy into their fantasy
Can it be damaged the ?emina?
of the fellas and men thats my culture
Can't understand breast that you touch
was as up ?paper be one hung motherfucker
Such as nowadays, its and splinterin', just timber, instead of
out of my way, and what I'm -- meaning to say is that
The canopy covers me now is the blackest, attack this
I thought we already the wackness
in the cemented jungle
by the bumblin' brothers stumblin' tumblin'
Surround me in a cannibalistic style, but I just and
Silence 'em like the lambs, they all the flock
We just one magic stock
I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and wicked the whole while
Not trippin over no vines, or over no swine, or over no
Or no line at the plot
Thinkin' of whippin' 'em like a glock in the

(spoken)
Now in the beginning of the
Not in time, but in the
Imagine the being loaded up
The men, loading up
It's a long journey -- the oasis is all in the
As we start from the top we go to the bottom
Of a myserious -- a very mysterious place
What's that I Ahhhh

(Lyrics Born)
I can't even describe you, so I even gon' try...hmmmm
Making hell of mc is now this I dont dispute but you knew
You knew Lyrics Born was a ripped off note sheet of a
And you scrape the paint off your making sure you beat the buzzer
Making Lyrics Born came out his mother's stomach
covered with the lyrics kill
No bumper, right? mo'fucka
I you can make colors rhyme
And have the whole goddamn planet yellin uncle at you and
Still take the time big up ?egg?, can you imagine?
Big up Born, this little bottle
Or you would even be lightly concerned with little, little words
That you would tug at the line, pullin' the
Of lyrics out my mouth make me big bad don, takin' kids' legs home
You can't even back a roach, you know
That type shit, and watch me wreck this stage
Boy like I got your style hangin' around my waist
And watch me forget -- the way
Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I just ain't little rabbit eyes in your
Man, 'cause if I thought it was
Born that made lyrics born, lyrics born
And then I can't do no more, I'd be like
"Do you remember me?" No,
And you used to play my record on the way to the